As I said I would,
I am just from a coffee place called Royal Ground.
Well, it's not the Roayl Ground that Eugene goes... But it's still on Geary...
I think there are like 3 Royal Grounds in the city, but I seriously don't care.
There are a lot of coffee places in my neighborhood, but I don't know... I went to one of the farthest coffee places from my apartment...
As lofty as I am, I brought everything there...
"The Zahir" (a novel of Coelho I have been reading for 2 months... Yes, it's only 300 pages but I had no time for it), and "Love in Time of Cholera" (by Gabo, I bought last night), and some take-home exam stuff I have to do.
And of course, I ended up reading only the Zahir...
My taste of movies have changed since I came to the US and since I have been living hard... I have reduced number of the European movies and enjoyed movies that needs no thinking... (But I think I am getting that taste back...)
However, thankfully, my taste of books remained the same.
I lovebooks that makes me think... Not necessarily about the book I am reading but anything else. I may think of something totally different but still keep on reading the book and absorb the content.
Last night, I was weighing whether to buy Umberto Eco's book or that Gabo's book. But of course, I ended up with a familiar author. I've never read Eco's book, only heard from various book reviews I used to read.
Well, for people who are not interested on what the Zahir is about, Coelho, the author, puts it as "a novel of obsession". It's how a love of the other fills one's life.
What is great about his books is that I see myphilosophy in it... Or I see my philosophy and life while reading it (That's better!).
It's somehow I am thinking something different from the book while reading it, although it's kinda related since messages from his books and my philosophy are similar.
It's a form of entertainment for me because his messages and my philosophy, which has set 3 years ago, are very related.
It amazes me that it has been three years.
I think I was silly for last few months...
I thought, because my philosophy was set, I would not change.
But I have changed nevertheless.
The fact that I could not write rhymes anymore wasn't the fact that my life was out of love, it was because I have changed.
I really have changed, I cannot tell how, but I can feel it.
And still, I feel some kind of love in this Universe.
I guess all I needed was some time to read and reflect.
His books are always great -makes me to think about my life.
It's not just that I have been feeling down recently,
but maybe I needed time toundergird myself a little bit.
It would be great to have others around to help me,
but I want to do it by myself. I guess it's my pride thing.
Ironically, the Universe showed several signs today that I am not alone,
which I am very grateful.
Also, as I was getting the book done, the Universe again reminded my task...
I will get things done, and read some more tonight,
give some time to myself and strengthen my philosophy and beliefs.
Tonight seems like a good night to think about all the people I miss,
All the people I harmed, all the people who have been good to me,
and all the people I have to return the karma to.
After all, I still have more days to live.
I just finished the Zahir, and while reading it,
I just missed the ocean too much...
I live so near, but it's been a while since I've seen it.
If it's sunny tomorrow, I will go to see the ocean.
